No one runs the show
the truth is that the show is...
Do not fence yourself
from others criticism, fence...
O the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...
I was lost in you
then I lost you...
It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more time spreads on my skin...
World's clear and bright with distance
But living makes it dull...
Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...
you never cared for blueberries,
even when they were fresh, a deep purple...
Fields,
trees...
Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...
There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...
It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...